Tuesday, May twenty-second

The rising humidity makes it feel warmer than it is for the morning coffee muses.

T’is a sad fact of life on the Texas Gulf Coast, the humidity is everything from spring until fall. For two-thirds of the year it’s not the heat you feel, it’s the humidity. I learned that lesson well in Carlsbad Caverns. Temperature a cool 57° all the time, humidity 100%. I liked to died of heat exhaustion down there… my body could not cool because my sweat would not evaporate. Once we hit the surface and I could step outside and into some shade, that dry 110° breeze felt wonderfull.

Yesterday teased with rain all over the area to our north. Sadly, it stayed to our north and moved even further away. As the sun went down, showers were beginning to build south. But, without the hear engine of the sun, it all petered out. The weather prognosticators are foretelling of a chance, once again this afternoon, of more showers. I won’t break out my umbrella yet.

As we near the holiday weekend, plans are in motion for a Texas style barbecue Sunday. I think it’s time to smoke a brisket or two. Potato salad, cole slaw, a big pot of pinto beans… should be fun.

I see my friend the Mississippi Kite is still using the perch above Jones Street. He’s been there, at least for a bit every morning since I first spotted him. And no, I don’t have a clue about the sex of the bird. I’m not even sure it’s the same bird each time.

The thunderheads are starting to build all across the southern sky. So I guess those prognosticators have a chance of being right at least.